"Chicks dig scars"
But I gotta say
They're only halfway to the truth
It isn't the scars that turn me on
It's what they say about you
It actually makes me want to cry
When I look at your shredded shoulder
And the busted knee that makes you limp
Is a sight I wish I could get over
But sometimes I look anyways
And I can't but swell with pride
For the sacrifices that you've made
You're a good man, and you're mine
For your scars all have stories
Most of which I've never fully heard
Just bits and pieces of the truth
Like the shrapnel they had to cut out of you
But I know there was a rescue mission
I heard mortars were involved
I know rank has its privileges
But you were the last one out
Mike in Jersey's always said
That it shoulda been him instead
Funny thing is, I hear the same claims
From Austin and Cheyenne, too.
I'll probably never learn the whole story
It's 'classified', so I won't ask
But the thing that shines through
When I look at you
Is how when you give,
You don't hold back.
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